Meet a Mate at Grandpa Pesantren
120. Bumil

Finished meeting ustad Gibran tried to contact Khayra but was not appointed by Khayra.

" Dear, why not pick up the phone? " The murmur of ustad Gibran is restless.

Ustad Gibran also sent how many chats were not answered.

Ustad Gibran tried to contact Khayra again.

" Oh Allah dear lift dong "

Because it never lifted the Gibran Ustad decided to immediately clean up his work and then go home.

But when going home the door of his room was knocked.

Tok.tok ..

" Excuse me sir someone wants to meet. .." secretary ustad Gibran has not finished talking about the woman suddenly broke through.

” Hi Gibran how are you? "

" I'm sorry, sir, I'm "

" Gibran can you tell your secretary to come out "please ask the woman haughtily.

" I'm sorry sir, then excuse me."

" Don't forget to close the door." said the woman.

" Don't close down Jesika" said Ustad Gibran firmly to his secretary

" Why not close? I want to talk to you important." Say that woman spoiled.

" This is my room right. If you want to talk please because my time is not much" said ustad Gibran coldly.

" Come Gibran, why are you so stiff? Gibran you know I'm from college hours till now that's your love?. And that love has remained the same until now? "

" I'm sorry Mel, you better go home. I also want to go home to my wife. And I insist on you if I just consider you an ordinary friend and nothing more."

" I'm ready for Gibran to be your mistress is okay. Anyway what a great wife you are, yes even though I have never met your wife. But Sera said your wife was dressed in private. I assure you she's ugly, her body must have lost sex to me."

" Enough Mel, don't you ever vilify my wife. Because I will not hesitate to kill people who insult my wife" said Ustad Gibran angry

" Gibran your wife does not deserve to accompany you who are the CEO of a large company. That deserves it me, you see me, I'm a top model . You will not want to meet your colleagues. They'd be amazed at you for getting me a sexy model."

" I don't need another woman because all I deserve to be by my side is my wife." Ustad Gibran said firmly.

" Why don't we try Gibran first, I don't think your wife can satisfy you in bed she's a country girl. How do we try first now I guarantee you will be satisfied and leave your wife."

Ustad Gibran was already furious with his college-age friend. Ustad Gibran prepared to call security, but the woman named Imelda hugged the Gibran.

" Lepasin Mel." Ustad Gibran tried to let go of Imelda's embrace

" I won't let you go until you let us have an affair."

" Don't be crazy you're mel."

" Yes I'm crazy. I'll make you want to marry me " said Imelda as she tore her own shirt and ruffled her hair.

" You're ap..."

Prok..prok...

" Pity you so badly that you drop your pride" Khayra said entering Gibran's room calmly.

Ustad Gibran was shocked when his wife was there.

" Sweetie, this isn't what you think it is."

Khayra raised only one hand to keep Gibran quiet.

" Who are you?." Shouted a woman whose name was Imelda.

" You're Gibran's wife."

" Why be surprised? "

" You don't deserve Gibran."

" who does it deserve? you."

" Yes, a CEO deserves a model like me "She said arrogantly.

" If you feel you are more deserving why are you tearing your own clothes and shattering your hair as if you are being harassed."

" I deliberately tore my clothes and also took my hair. So that the employees here will catch our wet and thus Gibran will marry me "

" I think your plan worked, look" Khayra said as she watched employees on the same floor of Gibran's room gather at his door.

" Help me your superiors want to harass me" Imelda said.

" Jessica can take this Nana, give her clothes."

" I don't want to get out of this room before Gibran wants to marry me" she said.

" Can I settle this matter with my husband first. After that it's up to you." said Khayra coldly.

Finally the woman named Imelda was brought by Jesika somewhere. Employees gathered in front of Gibran's room had also disbanded.

" Dear of the first one." Gibran said holding Khayra's hand.

Khayra could see there was fear on her husband's face.

" Could close the door."

Ustad Gibran shut the door and Khayra sat on the sofa in the room.

After closing, Gibran sat down beside his wife.

" Sadly, he was going home, but suddenly he came. He kicked her out, and she also called security. But the woman suddenly stumbled. By Allah, it is impossible to betray you" said Ustad Gibran with teary eyes.

" In this room there's CCTV"

" There is."

" function."

ustad Gibran nodded.

" Okay, if I read in a novel - a novel in the room of a CEO. They have room for them to rest. Is there also here?." asked Khayra casually.

" There's a dear there." point out Gibran

Khayra got up from her seat and walked to the room appointed by the Gibran. Khayra also opened the door there is a bed, a closet, a television, and a dressing table. Khayra went inside followed by Ustad Gibran. Khayra then opened the wardrobe turned out to be Gibran's clothes there neatly arranged.

Khayra then took her pants, shirt etc.

" Where's the bathroom?."

" That."

" Now you take a shower, use a lot of soap. Don't let me still smell that woman on the body of the mas."

Ustad Gibran went into the bathroom, while Khayra chose the bed.

Twenty minutes later, Gibran came out of the bathroom wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.

Seeing the Gibran Ustad coming out of the bathroom, Khayra immediately approached. And sniffing the smell of the body of the Gibran, whether the smell of the woman is still attached to his body.

After making sure there is no smell of the woman. Khayra told ustad Gibran to wear the clothes Khayra had prepared.

" Wear his shirt. After that meet me outside." Khayra said out leaving Gibran's ustad